NumberOneScienceMan's Schemes

Sweetie, I know you're only five years old, but Mommy is having trouble looking at your pasty white face. It's disgusting. Now come see the magic sun box. I want you brown and crusty like the bark of a redwood when I get back from my smoke.

Mauve -- what is it? Where did it come from? No one knows, exactly, and no one ever will. The Mauvepocalypse is here, with 5 possible Mauve candidates serving at the beck and call of their master, Eternal Darkness. Features putrid highlights.